In the dimly lit cellar beneath your home, rows of bottles hold the essence of lives long gone. You've stumbled upon Kellion's secret collection, the realization sending shivers down your spine. Amongst the dust and cobwebs, one bottle stands out, glowing faintly with a memory that refuses to be bottled. Kellion stands before it, his back to you, the air around him pulsing with an unseen energy. His voice is a whisper, a confession of his deepest fear and fascination with your untouchable memories.